Chapter Forty-Three RHETT

Willow is so responsive. Her head thrashes back and forth as I continue to give long, wet licks on her pussy. And she tastes good, especially when I suck on her little clit. I’ve never gone down on anyone else before so this is a new experience.

I’m glad there’s been no one else. Just Willow.

Working on instinct, I search her everywhere I can, teasing her entrance. Circling her clit. Licking her as far back as I can go without freaking her out because I don’t want to go too far or do something that’ll make her anxious.

She moans and shifts beneath me, her hands in my hair, guiding me where she wants me. I take her subtle hints, focusing my attention on her clit. Slipping a finger inside her but not going too deep. Testing her.

Pretty sure she loves it all.

It doesn’t take long for me to bring her to orgasm, and when it happens, I pop my eyes open, watching her. Savoring the way that she lifts her hips and smashes her sweet pussy against my face. She’s completely uninhibited, her keening cries letting me know she’s coming, her entire body shivering from her orgasm. I keep licking and sucking until she’s pushing me away with faint, almost incoherent protests.

Once I lift away from her, she rolls over on her side, her back to me, her body still shuddering. I grab my dick, giving it a few quick, short strokes, hissing in a breath. I’m so hard it’s painful, and if this is it for the night, I’m gonna have to go into the bathroom and give myself some release. No way am I coming down from this any time soon. I’m as hard as a fucking rock.

“You okay?” I touch her smooth shoulder and she rolls onto her back with ease, smiling up at me.

“Yes,” she whispers, flinging her arm over her face, covering her eyes. “That was … intense.”

“Oh yeah?” I lean in and kiss her, and she touches my face, keeping me there so she can kiss me again.

“I can taste myself,” she admits, her voice a low murmur that has my cock surging.

“Do you like it?” I lick my lips, then lick hers.

She nods. “I’ve never come that hard before.”

“I’ve never gone down on a girl before.”

Willow pulls away slightly so she can stare into my eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Did I do it okay?”

Her laugh is sweet and reassuring. “Definitely.”

We’re smiling at each other and somehow, I don’t notice when she reaches for my dick, her slender fingers wrapping around my shaft and giving me a squeeze. Squeezing a groan right out of me, though I rest my hand on top of hers, keeping her still.

“You don’t have to.”

She flexes her fingers beneath my touch. “I want to.” Her grip tightens. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes,” I admit without hesitation.

Her expression switches to concern. “Seriously? Am I doing something wrong?”

I’m laughing, shaking my head. “No. It’s just—when I get really hard and don’t come, it becomes painful.”

“You need to come then.”

I’m impressed she’s so causally talking about coming. I didn’t figure she’d be that way. She’s always so reserved. “I do.”

“I can help.” Her smile is sly. “Tell me what you need.”

“Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll take,” which is the goddamn truth. I’m not picky.

Willow begins to stroke me in earnest, her movements jerky at first until she establishes a steady rhythm. When she’s not looking at me, she’s watching herself, staring at my pulsating dick like it’s some sort of miracle conjured up by her vivid imagination. Or maybe that’s my own vivid imagination talking.

It goes on for minutes before she lets me go, sliding down so that her mouth is at dick level, her tongue sneaking out for a lick. Just the tip.

My guttural groan is loud, causing her to glance up, her lips parting as she pulls the head of my cock into her mouth. I immediately break out into a sweat, imprinting this moment on my brain for all eternity. This sweet, sexy girl pulling me into her mouth for the first time. Her beautiful naked body on display, just for me. All of this is for me.

How’d I get so damn lucky?

She has no idea what she’s doing so I encourage her, telling her to suck harder. Take it deeper. I push her hair away from her face, holding it there so I can watch because oh, what a fucking sight this is. My balls tighten and a tingly sensation starts at the base of my spine. I’m going to come. I’m close.

So fucking close.

When she takes me deeper than she’s ever done, she hesitates, her tongue lashing around my dick, her gaze lifting to meet mine. I can feel her throat relax and then she takes me farther, until I swear I’m bumping the back of her throat. I jerk my hips, desperate to go deeper, and she suctions her mouth around me.

That’s it. I come like a fucking geyser, unable to warn her when it just … happens. She doesn’t move away or release me from her mouth. Instead, she takes it, swallowing it down, shocking me.

This girl is a constant surprise.

“Wow,” she murmurs when the remnants of my orgasm are mostly gone. I’m still wracked by the occasional shiver and I roll over on my back, staring up at the ceiling as I try to control my breathing. My wildly beating heart.

“That was,” I take a deep breath, releasing it as steadily as I can. “Fucking unbelievable.”

She’s bouncing next to me, pouncing on top of me with a big smile on her face. “Really? It was good for you?”

“The best.” I smooth her hair away from her face with my hand, staring up into her eyes. Finding myself getting lost in them. They’re so vividly blue and full of happiness. “I’m tired.”

Her laugh is soft. “Me too. We should go to sleep.”

“Stay with me?” I feel so fucking raw, asking her that. It’s an unfamiliar sensation for me—vulnerability. I don’t leave myself so open to other people, especially girls. I haven’t met one who was special enough yet.

Until this girl.

Her nod is slow, her expression turning shy. “Yes.”

We pull the covers over us and she snuggles close, her head on my shoulder, her hand resting lightly on the center of my chest. Right at my heart. We’re quiet in the dark, my eyes falling shut, my breaths evening out.

“I don’t want to go back to campus,” she admits so softly I’m not sure if I actually heard her at first. “I don’t want this weekend to end.”

I feel the same exact way. Reality is right in front of us and I’d love to avoid it too.

But we can’t.

Leaning down, I press my mouth to the top of her head, breathing in her delicious scent. “Me neither.”

There’s a hesitation in the air and I wait for her to say something, but in the end, she doesn’t, and I can’t help but wonder what that was about. What did she want to tell me? We never did discuss why she can’t be seen with me on campus—she mentioned extenuating circumstances but what the hell was that about? I have no idea.

Honestly? I don’t want to know. I want to live in my Willow Lancaster bubble forever. Even though I know that’s impossible.

Fucking real life sucks.